Grimsley High School - Whirligig Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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22 THE SAGE RONEY, THE DETECTIVE. Hunter Roane, ’21. Rooney had just returned from clearing up tlie Carlton murder mystery and was seated in his office looking at a list of finger prints through a magnifying glass, when there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” he said. The door opened and in came a middle aged man of striking appear¬ ance. “My name is Barker,” he said, shaking hands with the detective. “I am manager of eastern branch of a large firm, and I have come to ask your aid in a matter of great im¬ portance.” “Have a seat and tell me your story. Then we can de¬ cide what is best to be done,” said the detective, as he sat down. “The first warning I had was when I returned home from a meeting last night,” began Mr. Barker. “When ' .I opened the door, I found a sealed letter that had been slip¬ ped under the door. I opened the letter and found a note warning me that a plot was on foot to blow up several of our plants. As I do not know whether this is a plot of rival concerns or a plot or alien anarchists, I am willing to pay you any price to keep this plan from being executed. “Have you this note with you?” asked Rooney. “I have,”.replied Mr. Barker, handing the note to the de¬ tective. The note was in a white envelope and addressed to Mr. Barker, but there was no postmark upon it. The note read: “There is a plot on foot to blow up a number of your plants within the next month. I will let you know at what time the first plant is to be blown up.” Signed: “One who needs you to help him get revenge.” “A very curious note,” said Rooney. “I will retain it and try to find who wrote it. In the meantime, keep a close

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THE SAGE 21 “You’ve won the wager, and also an Invitation to Christmas dinner.” Richard looking up, also discovered the mistletoe and with a broad grin replied: “You bet I’ll stay!” ETHEL STOCKTON, ’22. MY HISTORY By J. C. Berry, ’21 I sit and study and try to learn To know my history, And to late hours, the light I burn To learn my history. In Shorthand I am quite a swell, But not in history; In English I do very well, But, 0 you history! The zeros, O, the zeros fall On me, because of history; In vain upon my brain I call, But naught can get for history. I close my book and give a sigh, All for my history, For twelve o’clock is drawing nigh, And still it is not done—my history!

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THE SAGE 23 guard around your house. When the man comes to let you know when the first plant will be blown up, try to get him while he is slipping the note under the door. Then let me know what you learn, immediately. Two weeks later, while Detective Rooney was at his desk, the telephone rang and he answered at once. “Hello,” said a voice. “This is Mr. Barker talking, please come to my office as soon as possible.” When Rooney reached the office of Mr. Barker, he found him pacing the floor. “I received an unsigned letter from Greensboro this morning, saying that the first explosion would be there at five o’clock Monday morning,” said Mr. Barker. “I have found out who is at the back of these plots,” replied Rooney. “It is the Russian Anarchists. We raided their headquarters last night and got hold of some of their papers before they could destroy them. One of them stated that a Russian by the name of Bowloskie and two others were appointed to blow up oil plants all over the country.” “What can I do to prevent this explosion at Greens¬ boro?” asked Mr. Barker. “Telegraph the plant to arrest all suspicious charac¬ ters, and keep a strict watch day and night. Tell them we will leave for Greensboro on the next train.” Mr. Barker and Rooney reached Greensboro Sunday evening at six o’clock and went to the plant at the Texaco Oil Company at once. They found the plant well guarded and after talking with the manager and finding that no ar¬ rests had been made, returned to town. A few minutes later while walking along the street, Rooney saw Bowloskie turn a corner on the opposite side and he began to follow him. “Bowloskie,” he called as he caught up with him, “You are the man who sent Barker that warning.” “I am,” he replied. “I did it not so much as aid to him, but for him to aid me. These two men that I work with do not know that I am the son of the man they killed in Russia